The Middle of It!

Life is this rollicking adventure. It's big, it rolls, it rocks. We are in it. In the middle of it. But most of the time it feels like we are clinging, barely, on the margins. It feels like the action, the heart of the thing, is some place else. That life is doing it's thing over there somewhere, and we are over in a corner, missing out.

This has always been they way it feels. Ever since the earliest days. That we are clinging. We are on the margins. We are nearly invisible. And we are missing out on the main action. As Tom Waits once sang, we are always "Looking for the heart of Saturday Night."

And the heart of the thing is like Eldorado, or Atlantis, or some mythical place where we are the center of the world, the center of attention. And the truth of the thing is that that place doesn't exist. There is no center. And really we are marginal, we are clinging, we are missing out, we can never be in the middle of it, even if we are in the middle of it... really...